User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20120320215020

A lone shrew wanders listlessly toward the mountain of fire, Salamandastron. His terrible wounds cause him to gasp out with fatigue. At last he crests the closest dune. Suddenly an arrow whistles past him and strikes the sand, throwing dust and grit into the air. Graffa the stoatess and Atleg the dogfox dashed tiredly after their prey, triumphant looks on their faces. "Rakka'll be `appy we got dis'n unner our claws agin, eh, Atley? I bet we git ter `ave a feast an' some plunder when we gets back, right, mate?" The older fox nods. "Aye, yer right, Graffa. Let's git `im now, while `e's still a-faint from runnin' all night wid dat arrer in `is side!"